One New Year's I wrote Rumination - a seething writhing pit of angst and sex. This year? Not so much. Just a little phone call amongst the boys. It's because Hutch slept way late and I had nothing else to do and because Sue always asks and I have to comply sometimes and also for my dearest LS, whom I miss sometimes like Queen misses Freddy . . .
( Another Auld Lang Syne . . . )